#tispe

[arichidansleep-blog]

☼noe vakrere enn deg, tispe.

[envxe-blog]

tispe replied to your post:“ABC, man. Always be cute.” - From Chim @ Az

“Who said I’m talking about you? We both know /I’m/ the cute one.”

           A scoff, and a flick of white-blue hair, head shaking some. “I don’t know where you’re getting your information from.” He snorts, eyes rolling a little. “I don’t remember you being cute either.”

[envxe-blog]

tispe replied to your post:“Are you flexing your boob right now?” [ Jiho @...

“… No ma'am, simply noticed. Now, how do you like your coffee again?”

        “Go ahead, I’m not mad.” She grins, cupping beneath them both and giving them a little shake before she’s exhaling a soft laugh. “Two add-shots, caramel, whipped cream on top, please and thank you, sweetpea.”

[somecrazylads-a-blog]

[ @tispe liked to meet Patrick ! ] For: Yu!

“I don’t really consider myself a traveller, but I’ve indeed been in quite a lot of places. I’m more interested in the cultures I meet, though, than the possible sightseeing. For example, did you know that in Arabian countries, refusing tea bluntly, when offered, can be considered as a rather rude gesture?”

[inwolvesteeth]

       @tispe

      “if I ever told you to suck my dick-- would you take that seriously? like, would it kinda just flash through your mind, oh yeah sure why not ! but then you’d think about it a lil, and it’s just, weird. it becomes weird. you would never suck my dick right? nah. that’s weird.”

[tsentre]

🔺 Tristan and Asce

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[tsentre]

ᴄᴏɴᴛɪɴᴜᴇᴅ ғʀᴏᴍ [ here ] — with @tispe

— ❝ “I am not sure I can agree with that, Tristan. But merci beaucoup.”  Hues of green are quite intense as they linger by the other immortal, observing as he sets the flower crown to rest upon his head. The sight is quite special to him, and he can’t help the curl of his lips, “ç'est beau,” his words are a mere hum, head lowering. “Don’t thank me when there’s nothing to thank me for.”

[inwolvesteeth]

❛ i have a rare skin condition called close the fucking blinds ❜

it is morning that rises much too early, upon the flicker of his eyes towards jiho’s body meshed with the thin fabric of bedsheets, and the sallow of his skin. there is a pull at his chest somewhere, a fondness he supposes, for he simply finds calm in the strangeness of their shared mornings, and could only wish that their peculiarities would be ceaseless. his fingers, for a brief moment, twitch as though they would move to close the blinds. ultimately, he decides it best to wake the boy, even if he would continue his caustic remarks. not one to be easily deterred by such speaking habits, he climbs into bed along jiho’s side, and slips his hand through the blankets in order to find his nose. upon finding it, he gives a little squeeze, chuckling softly under the heat of his breath.

“if you’re gonna be like that, then stop coming over to my fucking apartment. you should know I wake up early.”

he removes his hand, unfolding himself away from jiho and slipping off the bed. the wood creaks, and he flinches. he stares over at the other bed close to his, at the unmade sheets with the print of a human form having been made, and knows that his brother was here last night. if only for a few hours. now it is empty, and it leaves him feeling a bit hollow.

“c’mon, get up you fuck. i’m not making you breakfast if you keep on sleeping.” he pauses. “actually, I might as well let you sleep. you can starve later.”